this is written on my phone in the spur of the moment, so there won’t be any capitalisation so, sorry about that i guess.
why is it spur of the moment? i’m sitting in my living room watching a horror film (finders keepers- fully recommend if you’re into creepy) and i hear my brother and his girlfriend giggling and saying ‘let’s play marco polo’. so i hear them running round the house, laughing like little kids and shouting ‘marco’ ‘polo’
and he’s seventeen
with a story like that you’d expect them to be seven or eight
he can legally drive a car, legally have sex, legally get married
and he’s playing volleyball and chasing her up the stairs
everyone seems to have this need to grow up so fast, too fast, get drunk, smoke, get high, move too fast with the person you like
but everyone seems to be forgetting the most important thing—
you are the age you are, not the age you want to be.
my brothers relationship is one i’d write a story about. being able to mock each other, be little kids with each other, laugh with each other-
and that’s because he didn’t rush with any relationship, but waited until he wanted to.
and i’ve never seen him happier.
my brother doesn’t read my blogs, so i’m not worried about him seeing this, but you gotta respect that, you know? waiting for something, someone, worth waiting for.
this one isn’t too long, doesn’t make too much sense, isn’t the most eloquently written, but the ones i write because i have the urge to i really mean-
and i really mean this,
wait like him. you have the rest of your life to grow up and right now, is now, not a years time.
love Hea xx